Larry waited patiently.

Though she was so composed, so self-contained, Larry knew her well enough to know that what was passing in her mind was something of deep importance, at least to her.
At length she spoke.

"You saw Maggie that night you hurried away from here ?" "Yes, grandmother.

Have you heard from her since the ?--or from Barney or Old Jimmie ?" The Duchess shook her head.

"Do you mind telling me what happened that night--and what Maggie's doing ?" Larry told her of the scene in Maggie's suite at the Grantham, told of the plan in which Maggie was involved and of his own added predicament.
This last the Duchess seemingly ignored.
"Just about what I supposed she was doing," she said.